Honesty Award

My first blog award! The Honesty Award was kindly bestowed upon me by the lovely woman in charge of The Thomas Chronicles.

As part of receiving this award I must tell 10 honest truths about myself and my life. Here we go...

1) I am weird. Like...dance around the house when nobody is watching, make up songs about pooping and peeing (for the baby of course...), scare people with weird faces while driving, tell my husband made-up stories just to see his reaction WEIRD.

2) I don't believe in soul-mates per se...but I do believe that if anything ever happened to my husband I would go on alone. I don't think there is anyone else in the world that could "get" me like he does, or anyone else that I would want to spend my life with.

3) My husband is a better cook than I am.

4) I am to the point of being blatantly cocky that my 20-pound child has been exclusively breastfed for 6 months. I understand that there are many reasons why a woman cannot breastfeed and I whole-heartedly empathize with their situations. For me personally, though, I was so worried that something would go wrong that I am now filled with joy that Kate and I have made it this far in the breastfeeding game.

5) I cannot drink things that have flavor but are colorless. Like those drink mixes you put into a bottle of water.... they just plain freak me out if they don't have some color added in.

6) I am a full 10 pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight. Which happens to be 5 pounds under the "healthy weight" where my doctor wanted me to stay. While I understand and worry about the health implications (baby leeching calcium from my bones and setting me up for osteoporosis), and while I am doing everything I can to gain that weight back in a healthy manner....I enjoyed shopping for clothes this past weekend and trying on sizes I haven't worn since high school.

7) I don't think there is anything in the world more delightful than dessert. I often choose what restaurant to eat at based on their dessert menu.

8) While I love my daughter to pieces, I miss being able to do my own thing once in a while. Beyond the occasional shopping trip where I leave her at home and know that I only have x amount of hours to get home before she has a total meltdown and my breasts explode.

9) I don't know how I didn't end up kicked out on the street as a wee infant. Major props to my mom for being mature enough at the ripe old age of 18 to raise me and nurture me into the person I am today. Kate can give me a hard time some days and make me want to pull out my own hair. I, however, was a screaming, colicky, fussy baby who seemed to be part devil (according to my aunt) and my teenage mom still managed to raise me while going to school and making a wonderful life for us. Thanks, mom.

10) When confronted with something scary (like my husband jumping out at me while I'm walking down the hallway) my legs give out, I curl up in a ball, and I cry. I don't have the fight or flight instinct - I have the "be so pitiful that nothing would care to harm me" instinct. My husband finds hours of entertainment by triggering this response.

And now I will pass you along to three bloggers that I feel are deserving of this award as well:

Kit @ http://isitnaptimeyet.wordpress.com/

Jessie @ http://babypooface.blogspot.com/

Lady @ http://ladymgray.blogspot.com/